After midnight, when most of the world
Is fast asleep
It is at this time that the forlorn in love
Remain awake and weep, weep and weep...
And spend the hours talking with stars...
And the stars tell them that
Every man and woman fall in love but
Not everyone is destined to be lucky
And those like me
Nod their heads affirmatively.
For I too know that when spring-time comes
And Saba* caresses the gardens
Not every flower is destined to bloom
And likewise even I
Found myself withered and torn
After the one whom my heart and soul loved
Was snatched away from me quite cruelly
By the unforeseen scheme of destiny.
So I agree with what the stars tell me
That every man and woman may fall in love
But not all of them are destined to be lucky...
Not all of them
Including me
Including me...
I tried my best to outwit fate
But somehow I ended up losing her
Who always meant everything to me
Everything to me
My sweet Daphne...
And as I lie and ponder I also plead to God
To not allow fate to snatch once more
The one who has come out to save me
To save me
To save me...
Who with her loving words and care
Sends dejection flying away from me
Away from me
Away from me...
And I want to spend this lovelorn night
Lost in my dreams of endless hopes.
Let nobody come and steal my dreams
For my dreams are the only thing
Left with me
Left with me...
The only things to keep me going
And existing
And carrying on with surviving...
Let me while away these after-midnight hours
By talking to the stars twinkling above
And also listening to some songs about love
To help me dream about the one I love
And wishing that only good happens now
Till sleep takes me in comforting embrace
And makes me forget myself completely
Along with my lovelorn destiny
My destiny
My destiny...
And I also want to tell God's angels too
To not repeat the mistake they once made
When Daphne and I were going great
How she was snatched away from me
Away from me
Away from me...
So, please, O my dear God Almighty
Let me not be a loser once again
For I cannot bear the pain once more
No I can't
I just can't
I just can't...
Only you O my dear loving God
Have the power to make me lucky
Make me lucky
Make me lucky
As well as her who truly loves me
Truly loves me
Truly loves me...
why even the dawn
would not dare now
break thee
for thy is a spear
in the very heart of
the sun
and into the valley
of the night
the battle is taken
and restlessly won
ye with all your
precious draperies
of sentiment and love
this world leaves
'Few Souvenirs' to thee
worth having saved
and kept
so to those tired, distant
disbelieving and wounded eyes
from a pocket of true tenderness
a hanker chief this poetry pulls
to dry those tears you've silently
cried...........
you know who!......so why type it?